Lyrics Skippa Da Flippa – I’m Feeling Myself

I’m feelin’ myself
Just copped me a Fisker with the gold turbo pipes
I’m feelin’ myself
The Glock in my hand, the pump on my back, the stick on the shelf

Flippa!
Bank account look like the Matrix
Dabbin’ so hard you can taste it
OG gas bag is my fragrance
If you gotta dream you betta chase it
So much money like a mayor (Money!)
New age pimpin’, I’m a player
Givenchy, Chanel, alligator
Dabbin’ in LA, you’d think I’m a Laker
Just copped me bout 10 paid ?
My soldiers they stick talk, you’d think they Great Damin’
You keep sayin’ swag, your world needed some change
50 thousand what I spend for my chains
I’m feelin’ myself no masturation
Make the birds sing like the Temptations

I’m feelin’ myself
Just copped me a Fisker with the gold turbo pipes
I’m feelin’ myself
The Glock in my hand, the pump on my back, the stick on the shelf
I’m feelin’ myself
Loubotin, Margiela, Giussepe stepper, I love to be extra
I’m feelin’ myself
Ace for Spade bottles for models, we fuck up the show, pay more than you can swallow
I’m feelin’ myself (Swear, swear)
I’m feelin’ myself
Trinidad hoe to Rwanda, then I dress my bitch in Dolce Gabbana (Dab, dab!)
I’m feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself
Tom Ford lenses
Bank account so long, would think it was a sentence
(Flippa!)